Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
The Names,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.